I avoid elves more so then humans for they, like me, are immortal and their memory is sharp, but Stone-Bark, Gandalf and instinct, was telling me to expose myself. My four legs carry me farther into Rivendell for their magic does not work on me, and I bring my senses into overdrive; hearing even the pulse of the fish swimming against the current and smelling the sweat of the small rodent looking for its lunch. I hear hushed footfalls in the distance, realizing it was most likely a patrol, I jogged off towards them. Counting around five elves I sat down in the path and waited, wanting them to know that it was I who wanted to be found and not any skills they possessed.
Soon enough I spot the tips of their heads as they round the bend in the road, and stopped when they saw me, "You should not be before our eyes." The lead elf spoke in Elvish, his perfectly shaped brown eyebrows furrowed together as if he wasn't seeing clearly. His companions began to draw their weapons and slowly circle me; I however let them for truly if it came down to a fight it would be an unfair one for them.
Remaining unmoving and calm I replied "and yet here I am." They seemed taken aback by the fact that my voice traveled to them on the wind and not through the mind like other creatures, thus confirming more so that I was real.
"What is your purpose here?" He questioned me with a razed bow well aimed at my head however I observed a minor quiver to his hands. I cursed my immaturity, wisdom with age, it would seem, did not reach certain aspects of my mind for instead of easing the elf's nerves its reasonable response was to antagonize him. "My presence distresses you master elf." He looked taken aback by my bold observation of his uneasiness; his hurried almost pleading looks to his fellow companions told me that my brain needed to find its maturity quickly or a scrimmage might ensue.
"If I had wished anyone here harm," I spoke slowly. "Then we would not be having this exchange for do not forget that I publicized my reality to you by waiting patiently upon your path. Seeing that your patrol is still unharmed and breathing surely you see that I intend no malevolence. As for my purpose: that is for my knowledge alone."
As he muddled through his elf brain I was considering the current predicament. The most predominate thought was that I had lost common sense with this insane plan to show myself. My brain told me to forget it, kill them and run, it would be swift and easy, but the missing presence of a patrol wouldn't go unnoticed alerting everyone to my encroachment upon their land. Contradicting my brain my gut was telling me that now was a time to make my existence known and when in doubt, I go with my gut.
"I do not fathom how you are before us Firron." His lightly sun-kissed brown hair swayed to and fro as he shook his head, "It was believed that your kind died out long ago." The cool slate grey eyes met mine with a soft pleading look as he, and his companions, silently tried to reason with my existence.
"You are correct in thinking that I should be extinct master elf." I simply stated to him. "Many know that the last living Firron, Lyreen, died many millenniums ago in the War of the Last Alliance, you do right to question." The very thought seemed to have stopped this poor elf's mind for he did nothing but stare into my face. I sighed, and here I thought elves were more intelligent than the other races, clearly they did not put smart ones on patrol. After he put his thoughts together and found a small amount of courage he gave me an uncompromising look.
"You will accompany us back to Lord Elrond, and he will decide what shall be done." I immediately stood and lightly growled at him, the hair on my neck and back rising slightly, this caused bows and swords to be re-tightened and a look of fear to fleetingly cross their faces.
"I will take orders from no one; it was I that allowed you to become aware of my existence and by no great skill of your own." They should be frightened, a fight for me would be child's play, however I did not wish to cause them more fear so I slowly released my snarl and sat back down. "I am a Firron, it would be wise to remember your place little elf."
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Firron (LOTR Fanfiction)
Hayran Kurgu"You feel it don't you; the shadow growing from the east." Gandalf solemnly looks at me. "The One Ring has been found Firron; It would be wise to seek the safety that comes from friends and allies for I fear Sauron has returned to the land and is pl...
